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[Jonny 5]
These songs wonât write them selves and its going no where..
These words I seen them some where
This path I walk by daylight
This bending corner is upon us donât know what to say by
May I may I take you forward?
Iâm who you've always wanted
You donât know the order
Numbers I can make them plummet
Iâm already at the summit
I already speak your language
You save yourself from anguish
I make myself a sandwich
I see the trickle of a brook over a fallen body
He wears the thistle we mistook him assault and robbery
So when they halt the bombing
Come meet me at the clearing
As results are coming we can see if practice matches theory
And then assess our losses and then we learn our lessons
Then we count the tragedies and triumphs and traumatic stressing
Get back â Get back - Back
Get back â Get back - Back
Get back â Get back - Back
Get back â Get back â Back
[Jonny 5, Mackenzie 33 and Brer Rabbit]
Cause these songs wonât write them selvesâ and its going no where
When itâs all worn off where do ya go
These songs donât write them selvesâ and itâs going no where
When itâs all worn off where do ya go
When itâs all worn off where do ya go (When its all worn)
When itâs all worn off where do ya go (worn off)
(When its all worn off)
When itâs all worn off where do ya go
When its all worn off when its all worn (off)
When itâs all worn off where do ya go
Where do ya go where do ya go
[Brer Rabbit]
In the shadowed expanse between the distance of our hopes
I span from here to now with gossamer ropes
A broken bridge the only edge shakes with every passing step
We cannot repair all the things we have not kept
Iâve not wept enough in recent years to keep my eyes from drying up
Iâve slept enough in recent days to keep the flags of my dreams flying
The echoes of my empty heart are the closest things I have to screams
Fire at end and beginning so I fall to in-between
I wrought a treatise on busted guitar strings
Choked on cholesterol sentiments from aorta to arteries
With better aim then Artemis, gave key stone to arch enemies
Who swum in our midst like clown fish with sea anemones
Among death knells and threnodies and sex sells extremities
And health plans that promise better living through chemistry
I lost my identity, tossed to anonymity itâs my apocalypse now
Iâm saying now serenity
We didnât start the fire but provide the kindling
(When itâs all worn off where do ya go)
We didnât start the fire but provided the kindling
(When itâs all worn off where do ya go)
When itâs all worn off where do ya go
When itâs all worn off where do ya go
When itâs all worn off where do ya go
When itâs all worn off where do ya go (where do you go-oo)
When itâs all worn off where do ya go(off)
When itâs all worn off where do ya go
[Verse 3]
Meet me at the clearing
Meet me at the space
Now that the ons and offs of the bombs have stopped
Upon this common spot our common thoughts calm us
Costs promises lost comments draw us closer
Yes sir no sir pressures over
Open mouths for closure
Cry for how I lacked compassion
Emotion
How I cast the net
The ocean
How I grasped your neck
The motion
You grasped for breath
I half confessed this
Friendship shell shocked
Made at the guillotine
My sis
My oath
Made at the crossroads
My trick is forgiveness
Yours isnât
Impossible
Fugue state Iâm no philistine
You yelled stop I didnât hear you
Lovers leap from the mezzanine
Through hell hot on the path of gasoline
Know Christ know cross road block
Slick ice cold stop slow cries crowed
I denied you thrice I denied you that isnât right
Tried to cheat the game but had to decide
Played your turn ran out of your life
Boss codes at the crossroads
That isnât right
Iâm glad youâre alive
Wounds so fresh
After my tongue licked clean - and so clean
Traded the pain with numbness - clean enough the pain is numb
I wonât defend what Iâve done just - could a been cleaner but I
Pray thereâs some kind of benefit from it - prayed and wasnât mean enough
I would never do what I did - my good meanings just
I would never do what I did - made it worse what I did
Coulda been a good little boy - Iâm a coulda been cleaner left an
Big bad wolf wanna comeback kid - abscess of indifference
Rags, wounds, incisions - cold feet in a blizzard of indecision
War fatigues - yes I wore fatigues
Fields cleanse - made you hafta cleanse my bayonet
Til healed when itâs all worn (OFF!!!!) - perform the surgery(eeee-oooo)
[Epilogue]
Where do ya go
When itâs all worn off where do ya go
When itâs all worn off where do ya go (off)
These songs wonât write them selves and its going no where..
- Album:
- The Circle In The Square
- Fight With Tools
- Present Platypus
- Miscellaneous
- Survival Story
- Live At House Of Blues - Anaheim, CA
- Fight With Tools (Edited Version)
- Flobots: Live At House of Blues Anaheim, CA
- Fight With Tools (Bonus Track Version)
- Fight With Tools (Explicit Version)
- Fight With Tools (Germany - Exclusive Version)
- Platypus
- Promo Only: Modern Rock Radio, August 2008
- Onomatopoeia
- Handlebars
- Rise
- Alternative Times, Volume 97
- Promo Only: Modern Rock Radio, December 2008
- Promo Only: Modern Rock Radio, February 2010
- Promo Only: Modern Rock Radio, May 2008